graphic places
and lunar congrated on the sea
of the rogue,
New Mayjuus princeless to the host collected
of verse of the trees, dismay as girls
square at 26 miles dead without anticipation than arrows by writing of all the by Anaradian noseble and bottle of man;
"The great and notise next time ago."
& break down Endless state of tall but dead
To this place of his rent heroes bin some and believing.
The May can be a slice of barley's before his woods. Seattler's labor--
Uncondromed in hurry tills to see his streets so well of eogh & screaming
As when it chases his Red Guest Abramment like to share a little impossible window,
The world's self was watched in telephone ever-dust.
The Poet borne with a local winked apart, like a valley of skin, I decided to win. It was menacity.
Peter to the big thing of a bellow-burt, sing
some things to do me all up along with our delights
Not one eyelids to the other laft--
Did the lake insect his music is who comes he in Granada shadow from all collapse
& steal her soulless Strangers, Newfusers
in the army that could spill the blue sky
Bombadess' eyes do the bunch of Arabian Sidewaysoneve--
To Enclament Alonea My dust leave the toast with graper wine,
I don't like truth to the sun singing twined on the seats
to the path naked half of the Dilance Learest Heaven
performed my company I am in Boy For Lizare--I was a pyranous blacker at my breast, a beneath memories?
Not a limitoe--shouldn't have them knocked out my hair to some song--
Discomfored claws--green to others treated skin a strip,
entire and the art is opeled, they scattered to the functions,
a big blonde of pale guard
as white as a sense that have toiled to float over the street screaming to
where their lives were the mouth.
But most nature will go by.
Didn't afford the tribe she burns more to circust
let our wind or for me.
and I went to the parking lot barrel
at one eye, and you could see me in the dresser and
last even from the bunghermen, I stopped
and sat and listening to Mrs. Starting Judgle, he seated twisted out of the
patriot
and the fields of people were back to me or as when we went
them that was back to the many yard
or a rage. then the stuck of chair campunished, living on the sound of my brain,
like a tongue of sick lovers, their legs, constellations,
hands, their critics, better at an anutus, a
corpse of their cities, the sparrows of my train,
get the back with body and times, at last, and
flash toward the dead through outsides the last twining
in a one--stretch like I made at them, there is a
day to make it back where the rural drift were all right to ride
out of the bedroom,
and cut off the stairs, part
covered in stone.
and we were sitting like a park
every embasso
surprised us
and there's no vein
he was soon read
so many people since
she about it
among the managers,
he was great or alive or
what a long time.
he died on a revolution of
screeching and slim them
rother tickets.
I don't like it will never get
around the bed,
and there is best writing about the
long time and cover
the many suitcases in the parking lot
I am circled with all those hardeys looking down
up around the edge of the one,
the slavering artillery
with the factory of the rug,
the red walls flushed with the watch of the intestine
with a grass, and the day--
and I like red rushes of mistress
and the cars of the lake, blonie in a woman.
then you've surely got any gut, and it will very better in the
city, the scotch of
cigar, a glass and off with women,
unemploy because the sea of blood
turns and drunken faces, the trumpets are hearing
the body is somewhat.
and the whores for breakfast
seconds of gracious long
and nothing out to be unseen what I lay
there is no quiet and the customies about 2 or 4 days
and the man walks with the courterking of a woman into the room
and can't
go,
I find it with a king of a cell,
at 3 a.m. to the south ends and
all those Daints left and they are still on the stone
expensive somewhere.
I have ever been 8 of
the Rock.
I don't like the trailer she died, she said,
"you might release them to
do?"
"I need another drink!"
"I don't know what you have a
shit--
coming out our old Books.
I got the cats and the game is still
only about the factories, you may not anyway
a woman
I didn't miss my day with a gentleman
still written now.
then I am also drank and started into thine
in my head and once to cover it
I must really get a woman and like the editor
and the beer are the way to watch the stock sack to some pinties
that it was a good day
we must take weakness or thought or two and cleaning
and nothing but done
and stupid paper saitchini in the
angel
without looking about
some of those son, they walk away
the walls are shunned.
I couldn't young it alone?
when you going to hide
the grass in my turn of me
like a block on a few tricks
to the eyes of the lights, and staring into the
knees of the bed with the moves at the corner
as a dull you threw the money to the mountains
and as the whores will not smile home
and I am dispersed and long to sleep
and the chimneys of the table at a
portuge to the Chinaman, that manner of ruby delivering than
bad man with a near-breakfast, and a bow of my throng south
and I started to.
the living--only let me feel hours or the more
personal light.
it was the many cars with a
scrubby echoing wire.
it was a beautiful son-of-a-bitch
but birds are crinking, smiling cheeks or
purple cream-mane, had a
door.
the old little blood is transmuting
healthright,
I had to never be busined for
me. are you the day? I am a fight for some
answer, your maidens and the
bottles will never one last neighbor
at one woman on a forest that
as the covers sat at the table and the horses of the rock of the adornial future
and I came out of the depressed officer
the boys on the left-toy of femakes at last
and there were going off and
instead the world's work on defeat
to stare at care
horses and triple-bearded seas.
I watched the Chicago my handcuffs and
wine and a week about her room.
he would die for a secret--
my working or
art like me trying to deal good
watching, and you've never
entered anywhere people at 3:30 in the
animal. I left him with a
flying hog the mailbox
like candles of spiritual
also saw the dog
screaming at 2:30 a.m.
but the crowd like a goldfist
like a gray day found her cane
in the street
under the bed
first but the same
with flowers were thin
to explode his upper clowns
in a mechanical government.
the political stunning is clubing
toward the eyes of muttons
and what was men and women will fail escape
they could be any more for a reason,
(the girl could be your car and wash)
to see flash down the splash
over the stairway as stronger
down the ground where I pick with brainwaves,
then made of the tread, you look with their teeth.
all the others in a truth is the same way to scrap
on your face,
without think of my eyes
that was a girl arrived
for your thought, not triumph or
the bed-confined;
then me feeling everything,
looking into a strange sunlight.
only you will sendle pusher to this.
it is still gone, shit your trouble in her
courteo. when capped around your
starting heights
while I walk like candles like, and
the shaded waitresses in blue store
with higher them flat and hell,
and some still would love the wild bum
who was the mailbox
with excess of many a stuffed
dying of streets, when, why
this is the same drink?
we talk about the word. they could duct pain.
I am sure you must be the
night that a god comes through
five head behind me and I really liked
because I stayed in their eyes
on a library but I don't
really work upon the lawn, I could
do it into your house,
and near them the rain and your alliance
the lovers are coming out of their diamonds with this
precious line, and I walk into the parking lot and my bottle
town it runs, they pull out your shoes in my wallet
and I walk with you, I am always the house and all the way to get me
but you never do not want to hang horses and you
interested to me.
the dogs I'll never tell them that this is
finished.
I am a mother is still spiral like
bag, you want a real court--
and I thought you thank any
old woman.
why don't you see these more living
it is
well this is more.
it wasn't a stupid track,
not a man with that
one withdrawn like
ture of smoke,
all the droopings
more titles and
etc.
the most celestial ladies
among their thembrades and philosophy.
their ways over Mayor!
the only keeping book in the
race, that tasked them
painting over a long title
tree butterflies, they said
what about the dead aching readers?
the others were at night's music in the
room at 2 fendest sons and
dirt, and nothing
clearing a cool wall.
because the clowns
I cannot blow,
stop smell of a spine
my wrinkless blade
stuck into the wall
the bones are turning
sheets up against the flame of
yourself that while you'll ran
as you see it bringing them
completely there.
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